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We first went to the Isles of Scilly many years ago, and it is one of those magical places that draws you back - as it did for Harold Wilson. And it hasn't changed much since Wilson's day - or, indeed, Churchill's day! It's a bit of a time warp, with the main street in the "capital" Hughtown still free of the chainstores that make everywhere else look like "any town". We stayed in a real live Henry 8th castle, in the shape of a star (no prizes for guessing the name of the hotel). It's also the nearest thing to the Caribbean, both geographically, and in looks and weather (it's stuck 28 miles off Lands End, smack in the middle of the Gulf Stream). So there are sub tropical gardens full of glorious palms and other plants that won't grow on the mainland.

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The Scillonian is the main link to the mainland - but the crossing can be pretty queasy (and was cancelled one day when we were there as it was so rough). So this is the only time Celia will fly - for the 20 minutes it takes the helicopter to cross from Penzance. Our room had a sitting area and deck overlooking the sea. There were two restaurants - the one Paul is breakfasting in was full of ripe grapes hanging from the vine. Bottom right is the view over the harbour from the castle ramparts.

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